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2004-11-08 - 7:58 p.m. Blergh. Blergh. Blergh. I cannot talk. I cannot eat. I cannot do anything. I am floating around waif-like, feeling very cut off from the world, because over the weekend I was cut off from the world, and I threw up before lunch, so I missed all the lunch-time catching up. I am not a happy-camper. Not at all. And someone said they'd call me, but I don't remember who. But I'm sad they haven't called. Sigh. |
